Nell: David has been waiting in the kitchen for bacon since first thing.
Me: Where’s Poppy?
Nell: Having breakfast at The Nest with Malcolm and Susan.
Me: Well, he’ll have to get his own breakfast, or wait until she gets back.
Nell: He says he can’t start the working week without bacon. Ridiculous animal. I’ve told him to have toast and marmalade like the rest of us.
Me: I suppose I could make him some.
Nell: You know Poppy doesn’t like you cluttering up her kitchen.
Me: We could go down to the sea. They do bacon sarnies at the beach.
Nell: Bacon sarnies? If you mean sandwiches I think you will find they are actually rolls.
Me: How do you know?
Nell: Kev and I may have partaken of a few on our Thoughtful Walks.
Me: So that’s what you two get up to when you’re out.
Nell: Walking makes you hungry. Everyone knows that.
Nell: Now, talking of hungry, that Alaskan wolf has been spotted again.
Me: Shopping for frozen food?
Nell: No. Eating fish and chips at the quay in a knitted hat and scarf.
Me: You’d think it would find it especially hot here, being Alaskan.
Nell: The Cat thinks it’s a fashion statement.
Me: I suppose it might be.
Nell: Pamela said it looked quite smiley for a wolf.
Me: Fish and chips make me happy, too. Do I know Pamela?
Nell: She’s the Pyrenean Mountain Dog I met at the weigh-in at the vets.
Me: Oh yes.
Nell: She was out with her friend Rhubarb, a Bernese Mountain Dog from Canada, when they saw it.
Me: A sort of Mountain Dog convention then?
Nell: Don’t be silly. That’s not until September and it’s in Toronto, not Kingsbridge.
Me: Of course. Sorry.